if the last word you said to me
is the first thought I have when I dream
may I awake with vigor and vitality
then the first word I utter in the morn
reminds me of the night before
could it be a life reborn

these words I pen are not for them
cause they can't contenplate or comprehend
let their voices sway and bend
be blown away in the bitter wind

as their faces cringe and be appalled
their arrows of displeasure harmlessly fall
you and I will stand tall
as we crumble down all the walls

then I say, let them build their pathetic lives
and with our love, walk quiet into the night